Peeta Mellark: No... I mean, you know, I'm sure I would just like anybody else when the time came, but I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. You know, if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. Does that make any sense?

Raven: Yeah. I just can't afford to think like that. I have my sister.

President Snow: [voice over]
War, terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained. And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. A people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.

Glimmer: [after seeing Cato fall from the tree while chasing Katniss]
I'll do it myself.

Bjorn Lothbrok: [holding Peeta in a rear-arm choke]
Go on! Shoot, then we both go down and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I didn't know that till now. How's that? Is that what they want? Huh?

Lucy: Two hundred miles per hour and you can barely feel a thing. I think it's one of the wonderful things about this opportunity, that even though you're here and even though it's just for a little while, you get to enjoy all of this.

Raven: No. You can't. Not like when Dad died. I won't be there anymore, and you're all she has. No matter what you FEEL, you have to BE there for her. Do you understand? Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't... Don't...

Marvel: [Glimmer is mocking the girl they just killed]
That's a pretty good impression.

Ollie: Attention, tributes, attention! Commencing at sunrise, there will be a feast tomorrow at the Cornucopia. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you needs something - desperately - and we plan to be... generous hosts.

Clove: Where's Lover Boy? Oh, I see. You were gonna help him, right? Well, that's sweet. You know, it's too bad that you couldn't help your little friend. That little girl, what was her name again? Rue?